Saturday, October 12, 2013

Jenn Monty Week 68: Bad Trip

“Damn. Don’t get your panties in a twist. I was just teasing,” she replied.

“I’m sick of you making fun of me just because I like to be able to think straight,” I said. I popped the pills into my mouth and chased them with my Coke. I was tired of the pressure, nagging and teasing from my friend to party like a real college student. Once wouldn’t hurt and it would get Jessica off my back.

“Now we wait,” Jessica said with a mischievous smile. She took a few more pills from her pocket and threw them into her own mouth.

“Well that’s anti-climatic,” I said. She shrugged and plopped onto my couch. I sat next to her and fiddled with my Coke can. I felt stupid for finally giving in and nervous about what would happen next. I’d never been high before and had no clue what to expect.

Thirty minutes later I still felt normal. Maybe Jessica had given me a placebo but seeing how it was just the two of us and not some party, that didn’t seem likely.

“I’m bored.” I looked over at Jessica to see if she agreed. My friend turned to look at me and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny,” I asked. The pillow she was prompt on began pulsing and I wondered if Jessica was moving it on purpose.

“You look like a flipping cartoon character,” she gawhaffed. “Seriously; you’re like two dimensional and shit.” She reached out to touch me. She had way too much hair on it. It morphed as she moved closer and by the time she touched my arm it was a full on paw complete with brown and white fur. I looked up at my friend who now appeared to be a small corgi. WHAT.THE HELL. I scrambled over the back of the vibrating couch and away from the yipping little dog. I looked around, panic gripping my stomach. The walls of my apartment oozed what looked like blood and the floor was crawling with spiders. I screamed and tried to run towards my bathroom but the dog pounced on me and pulled me to the floor.

“Hey, hey calm down.” The dog was talking to me. I let out a scream that made the pup cringe and was sure to alert my neighbors.

“Shit,” the dog said. It jumped off me and trotted to the coffee table. I saw it pawing at Jessica’s cell phone as I crawled into the bathroom. I whimpered when the dog stuck its furry head into the bathroom.

“It’s ok, I’ll stay out here. But I called 911. I think we are both going to be in a lot of trouble over this. I’m sorry I teased you. Just try to stay awake until the ambulance gets here.” I nodded at the talking dog head and tried not to notice the bathroom dissolving around me.